Incubus

Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons.
Better than witnessing new born nebulaes in bloom.
She who sees from “up-high“smiles and surely sings.
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it
gives you wings.
I haven´t felt the way I feel today
in so long it´s hard for me to specify
I´m beginning to notice how much this feels
like a waking limb...pins and needles,
nice to know you
Goodbye!Nice to know you!
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go.
And higher than heights of what we often
think we know.
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.
To obtain a “bird eye“ is to turn a
blizzard into a breeze.
I haven´t felt the way I feel today
in so long it´s hard for me to specify
I´m beginning to notice how much this feels
like a waking limb...pins and needles,
nice to know you
Goodbye!Nice to know you!
So could it be that it has been there all along?